these are the days the werld tilts more

i am no atlas yet i feel the weight of the earð on my shoulders. the werld stands not straight as would a spinning top; nor on its side like a gyroscope. it tilts.

quite natural. an axis on which it spins turns whirls. its angle of tilt is precise. not too deep steep; nor too upright. balance unbalanced. the slightest change of status quo would could should tilt the werld that bit more and all would crash fall stall.

end.


i am no atlas. i cannot carry the earð alone. yet still i forge on, tauri on me. pushing aside the pain the nerves. i am to focus. so close; more than half-way…much more.


whole werlds balance on hairs shoulders axes. the little things added onto the shoulders responsiliailiobligaduty on my shoulders.

deep breaths. deep sighs.
deep thoughs.

i am no atlas, no.

i am i.

hic extraneus sum